How The Mouse Got Her Name – Part 1

Posted on 2014 January 19 Sunday


So, this was written quite a few years ago… She turns six to,morrow… My life has been infinitely better, ever since…

Fírinne in Uisce Beatha

Part 1 ( Part 1Part 2Part 3, & Part 4)

Most of the time, I enjoy putting The Mouse to bed. Parents understand what I mean by “most of the time”. Despite what Hollywood or TV or other modern fairytales may tell us, it is neither a comedic tale of rascally hi-jinx or a time when the tyke wears the parent to exhaustion and is still going strong. Except when that is what happens. It is one of life’s ultimate paradoxes. Sometimes it is a sweet, simple, loving event with sleepy eyes and stories and songs, yawns and nighty-nights-sleep-tights-don’t-let-the-bed-bugs-bite sweetness. Sometimes it ends in tears, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. When I start doing that, The Wife usually takes over. But most of the time, it is a chance to read a story to The Mouse, sing her a song, let her “climb the…

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